I Think As I Please

I think as I please and this gives me pleasure
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Introduction
Human mind is a myriad-colored glass. This is from one of the greatest English bards. And it is true always. And one of the shades is the feeling of happiness in our mind. Happiness has been defined and redefined thousand and one times still now. But to an individual it is of a particular kind. Hence such a query is always justified.

For good number of years, truly speaking, I have paid little attention to such an issue of happiness or of my happiness as it has been presented now. It has appeared to me at a late hours to resolve with me in respect of the definition of happiness.
I have asked me only if it is true that I shall be happy if I find myself in some position upper than my friends and neighbors of the society with whom I have in mixed relation for years. I have asked myself if I am pained when one of my relatives or one of my friends buy a new four wheeler of fortune. I have not received any acceptable response. My conscience does not support the idea. I have also tried to find out if I shall feel myself happy when I shall be given with enough materials of comfort or a greatly luxurious life unhindered. No, then also, I am not ready to accept. I love to read and I love to write and this does not mean that I hold an ambition to prove myself a O' Henry or a Whitman. I love this as it pleases me and I also love to remain with my friends when it is not a factor if they write or do not write.

I am happy, I have finally reached to a conclusion, as I have been blessed with a life to live with the human beings and with all forms of life. I am happy if none of them is unhappy for any act of myself and if none of them is unhappy for any other reason whatsoever. Yes, I am unhappy when the World Trading Center has been destroyed and I am also unhappy when as a result of the blind carpet bombing by the Bush and his company innocent camels in the Hindukush near Kabul or innocent children in some of the hospitals in Iraq have been butchered. Yes, each injury, deadly or not, because of a blasting or of a gunfire, makes me unhappy. Yes, dear friends, I feel utterly agonized if instead of love hatred is left in the mind of man. Yes, dear readers, I spend sleepless nights when coercion is the practice in the arena of political understandings such that human rights are not approved and honored to the letter.
I think as I please and this gives me pleasure. And this is from Pete Seegar, the living legend of the USA. And I do share with him on what happiness stands to me.

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